A few things I feel slight regret for.
Main one out of the way, so I can feel better about getting it off my chest:

A few years ago, I met a guy. Now as he was a few years older than me, I decided to narrow the gap a bit and said I was the same age as him (which means I said I was 20 when really I was a hearty 16). Not only this, but I gave myself a completely different name. Worse still, he fancied me as well and we ended up having a full-on relationship.

In the whole near-year I was with him, I managed to keep up this illusion, lost my v-plates and got proposed to. I eventually broke it off soon after the proposal (which I rejected) and still didn't tell him about the lies. He still doesn't know to this very day. Shame. I honestly regret everything about that relationship. Absolutely chuffing everything. Not just because of the lies, but also because he was actually a bit of a bassa...so I feel a little less guilty.

Linking onto this, the day I broke up with him was the same day that the college I was attending broke up for the winter holidays. I was a bit emotional so I decided to go with my mates to the pub just across the road.

I got absolutely slaughtered. I'm talking stumbling around in the PVC nurse outfit I got off my mates for Christmas, singing (or rather...yelling) to Bohemian Rhapsody ontop of a pool table and then copping off with two completely random girls so my mate could get a photograph for me to mail to my ex.

Despite the hilarity of that evening, I do regret it...a little. I will admit though that one of those girls could kiss far better than he did, and I actually said that to him.
(Little Miss Randomo, Tue 29 Nov 2005, 22:47, Reply)